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Curry In a Hurry! January 6, 2012

Jeremy and I have been talking about this FOREVER (and I have the photos in my phone to prove it), but I am about to do our first restaurant review!

Curry In a Hurry is a somewhat new adorable little Indian restaurant that has opened up at 1800 Pike Ave, NLR. At first sight I was really excited, because it looks like to be a building re-purposed for a restaurant. As we all know, I love places like this, especially if they used to be gas stations. This place does not look like an old gas station, but we can’t hold that against them.

As a side note, this place is right by the Timex outlet store. I bet you didn’t know we had one of those, did you? It’s a wonderland of tacky watches, go have a look, will ya?

I am not going to pretend that I was not comparing this place to Star of India the whole time. In fact, you will see that in this very review, I directly compare it to SoI… which is easily the best in the area.

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Curry In a Hurry has 2 tables, one out in the open and one in a tiny little room behind a curtain. We sat in the curtained room and it was like being in a little fort, a big plus! After giggling quite a bit about where we were sitting, Jeremy ordered a mango lassie and I got a water.

Jeremy enjoying the fort.

My water was just perfect! It had that amazing little ice that I love so much. Jeremy’s mango lassie didn’t have any ice, which made me want to die looking at. I don’t know why, but drinks without ice disgust me. I think it’s from all my Waffle House visits where I learned that ice helps hide things floating in your drink, so you ALWAYS get ice. ALWAYS. Anyway, Jeremy seemed to be pleased with his beverage (Jeremy is known to be an easy please, though).

After our drinks we sat around and chatted a bit and an order of colored, fried-puffed-rice-wheels appeared. They were amazing, but I certainly could have done without the color.

Yes, some are blue.

We ordered at some point. I don’t remember when, it might have been before the puffed-rice-wheels. I got an order of vegetable somosas and the aloo gobi. Jeremy got the moong vada and vegetable curry.

Our pre-meal snack that starts with an A and that I could never even attempt to spell came!

Samosas!

Moong vada

Here is where it gets fun! These two things completely fucking blew Star of India out of the water. The samosas were coated in this cumin, salt and something zesty powder that I was sure to lick off the plate. The wrapper has a very satisfying crunch and the filling actually had flavor (You hear that SoI? FLAVOR INSIDE. That’s where the flavor goes.). The moong vada had the same powder on it and was also satisfyingly crunchy. After I ate a few, I realized that these are essentially hush puppy batter with some veggies inside of it, which is totally fine with me. Please get these. The dipping sauce was also good (probably came from a bottle) and was sweeter than regular BBQ sauce.

So far, all has been well! Maybe this place will be a winner!

Main meal (word starts with an e, but I won’t try to spell it)

Garlic naan

Our food came! First, lets discuss the garlic naan. I have never had garlic naan that actually had much of a garlic flavor to it (usually its just like, a garlic smell.), but this naan was amazingly garlicky. It was slightly doughie, which I enjoy, but I know Jeremy likes things to be crunchy, so I am not sure how he feels. The garlic naan stomped Star of India’s by far.

But then we ate the food. I mean, it wasn’t… bad, really. But maybe to understand my dissappointment, you should understand my love for Star of India.

Star of India is the kind of food where if my to-go box flew out the window on the freeway, I would stop the car, get out in moving traffic and lick the food off the pavement. Death would be okay, because my last meal would have been Star of India. I would do a whole, whole lot of bad things for a card that let me eat at Star of India for free for a year.

Anyway, Curry In a Hurry’s main meal could not touch Star of India, at all. I wanted it to have a lot more sauce and more… Indian flavor. I mean, CIaH was okay, but certainly something that I would not get out in moving traffic for. In fact, if I got as far as my car and left my to-go box, it probably would not be worth my energy to go back in and get it. Maybe their meaty things are better. Maybe the meaty things have lots of amazing Indian juices to soak the rice and make the experience memorable. But, it did not.

So let’s recap. Curry In a Hurry is pretty good. Actually, everything but the main meal was amazing. I would recommend getting pre-meal snacks at Curry In a Hurry and then driving over to Star of India for the main meal. It should only take you about 15 minutes to make the trip, but you can decide.

I assume we will go back to Curry In a Hurry. We need to take The Sarita’s, they would like it a lot I think. Especially the funny room.

 

A dayful of Denny’s January 17, 2011

What a day yesterday! I got to sleep in until 9:30, and spent a fabulous hour lazing in bed with¬†Mystery Man (a guy who lives about 30 minutes away I’ve kinda been seeing, but Penny is the¬†only friend who’s met him IRL). Since we both work jobs with goofy schedules, it was one of those rare days off together.

So for breakfast, we decide to go to Denny’s. Probably a poor choice at 11:30 on a Sunday, since everyone and their momma decided to go there as well, but the siren song of bacon and eggs could not be ignored. We were seated around 11:30 to a very frazzled-looking waitress, who was at the very least cheerful about the situation. Mystery Man and I got plenty of time to play on our phones, as our food didn’t arrive until 12:30. Mine was delicious. His was somehow less than room-temperature, even the plate was cold to the touch.

He called them out on it, and they reappeared about 90 seconds later with the same plate, the eggs dry and stuck to the plate, indicating a recent trip to the microwave. This, too, was understandably unacceptable, but to our amazement, the district manager was there on a Sunday! He was, unfortunately, completely ineffective, although watching the conversation unfold from my point of view was one of those situations where you don’t know whether to giggle, cringe, or just pretend you’re not involved. I chose the last. Mystery Man was very firm and polite (at least at first), and the manager was very firm and confused.

Once he got to the point of claiming that it was Mystery Man’s fault that it was microwaved, and didn’t understand the frustration at waiting an hour for microwaved food, he ate it anyway, paid the check, and vowed to contact corporate. Most threats like that of mine go completely forgotten, but with all the time I spent in retail, it’d be nice to see an escalation call that was actually grounded in reality.

Fast-forward to that evening, where Nick and Sarita invite me and Penelope to go have some dinner around 9 PM.

Where?

Denny’s. Of course. But it’s the one in Little Rock!

As if the gods had realized their tragic mistake, the one in Little Rock was like a small piece of heaven. I ended up ordering the chicken-fried-steak that I regretted not ordering at breakfast; our waiter, although just the tiniest bit kooky, was one of the friendliest people I’ve ever met, and from what I can tell, it was completely legitimate. None of this would have even been blog-worthy (is it even now?) if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was totally willing and excited to get in a picture with all of us, and even had his manager take it. He’s obviously the one on the right with the very striking hair.